Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping. Just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Jumping from something so high that she’d never hit the bottom.

Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.

I object to every single thing you just said.

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.

Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.